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Is there some reason why I should continue to feel myself intimidated by Turnbull trash Sherry? Sherry is uniquely a Panama dog like no other so nobody actually cares later whatever happened to her that she should go around trumpeting her stupid opinions so loudly. I would not have thought of saying anything but someone really ought to finally take charge of shutting down Sherry's stupid trap before even more damage results. Some things were not so clear back in the old days but now it has become abundantly clear that Sherry is just a stupid idiot and the fruit of Sherry's stupidity is not very good, just Panama dumb. I really shouldn't be saying this but, like I said, this lousy script was written beforehand.

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Given that I have no idea whether Rafael Gallo is in any way related to the Bush camp, I cannot offer to help you in any way. I dare not say this in such a discourteous way, given that I have no political power, but I really need to disabuse political honchos of the mistaken notion that I am somehow a groveling slave to their Mexican Bush Machina. I don't know anything about that. Which is why I am withdrawing my name from party politics. Not to be mean or anything but independence is a good thing. I really don't care about not being invited to your private party. Really. This is a free country where I should be able to live my life unhampered by dreary political whiners who have no thought of what I am supposed to do with the rest of my life and what is best for me, as if I were nothing but a pawn to be played for their own political sefl-aggrandizement. Not to be rude or mean or something. I am just saying.

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You just spent all of this time shoving down my throat this lousy script that you wrote, not because I ever thought of even half of that stuff, but because you must stage it coming from my mouth before you can accuse me of these charges which were mostly thought of by you without any help from me. And then you expect me to sign my name to this garbage, as if I should give you some credit for having ruined country for everyone involved. Yes, something is wrong with this picture.

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Anyway, who gave Dauna a pass? It certainly wouldn't be me. I wouldn't even give myself a pass, so why is everyone crediting me with knowing of what I speak, as if I could not be mistaken, as if anything I said ever mattered in the least? In many words there is greater risk of sin, certainly. Silence is golden and yet if I don't speak up maybe someone will not have the opportunity to clarify this important point so determinative of future pathways. Just because I made some twisted comment to Dauna at one point, that did not mean that I would actually repeat the same thing if placed on the witness stand under oath with my hand on the Bible so help me God. No, in some other company I would not care to comment in that way and risk perjuring myself as I actually don't know. Yes, I would not want to repeat some stupid comment I made at one point not really knowing what I was talking about. I would prefer to remain silent on this point, if called to account, because I really have no account to provide other than some lame commentaries provided by Holly MacGowan, a psycho. major and perhaps one or two other people. I don't remember that very clearly. And anyway, did not Dauna drop out of college without graduating so she is without cap and gown to show for all that constant yapping of hers. her mindless gossip doesn't really prove anything other than you have a big chip on your shoulder in regards to me, as if I were the problem. Um, I think that I am only a minor player in some other drama.

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Yes, I do vaguely recall the existence of a high school classmate named Rafael Gallo. Given that Gallo is also the maiden name of Jeb's wife, I can only guess that you are angling for information on him. Nevertheless, I have nothing specific to offer. He might have been in some of my high school classes but nothing specific comes to mind except for that yearbook photograph of Rafael and Joanne Calabrese sipping from the same cup. Which is why I can only refer you to Joanne who I believe lives in San Francisco or at least the Bay Area, fascinated as she was by the kidnapping of Patty Hearst. I have nothing to add to what Joanne might say about Rafael. I have no clue about that. I wasn't paying that much attention, truth be told.

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I hereby announce, not regretfully, that I will not be available to play the role of Antagonist to your band of Heroine X-Addict Trucksters. I recognize that you perhaps need a viciously cruel Antagonist against whom to build up some ying-yang resistance, wherewith to more fully cultivate and vindicate your heroic self-aggrandizement at the expense of the pathetic and woefully inadequate antagonist. Nevertheless, I recognize that my own brilliant star will more likely eclipse your tawdry, ho-hum, mediocre accomplishments if too much attention is drawn to my existence. Thus, I humbly and modestly withdraw my name from consideration for the role under discussion.

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Yes, here I am again, stuck at Donner Pass. Donner Pass is a scary place thick with snow, fraught with peril. Donner Pass is a place where parents will eat their own children just to keep themselves alive, a place where civilized humans, faced with the prospect of starvation, cut off from all help, may revert to a state of primitive cannibalism. The horrific event of California history happened in 1846. And yet the Donner Pass incident was frequently referenced during college, even by Dauna herself. Maybe Dauna remembers what that meant. I really don't remember now. The details are a bit fuzzy in my mind.